The putrid thumb

Hey Ben,

Pops here. I almost didn’t write to you because my day was beyond dull. But it would mark it as the first Sunday I didn’t write. I stayed in bed all day because of the flu. I’m here to tell you, bed rest is tiring.  Weird parts of me hurt because of the coughing and laying around. I can tell I’m improving because I had more difficulty sleeping all day than I did yesterday. I did cough up something from deep in my lung, resembling a liquified and putrid thumb, both in size and color. I’m planning on working from home tomorrow. I think it’s rude to come to work and expose everyone else.

Enough whining. The Jazz beat the timberwolves again, though I only watched a few minutes of the game. The Utes are in a solid 2nd place in the PAC12.

We look forward to your letters. We’re under the assumption that your p-day is tomorrow and we’ll get a letter. If we’re mistaken, we’ll be patient.

Love you kid, stay healthy. Write a long letter

Pops